LadyBarricade643

I miss one Saturday morning cartoons splashing in puddles while it rained when I was young enough for pony rides I miss when penny candy used to only cost a penny and not a quarter I miss breakfast with my father before he died and looking up at the stars speaking of nothing and everything all at once I miss when mother would sing me to sleep and wake me with a lullaby I miss when you could dig change from under the carseats and you had gas for a week I miss when television and music was really an art form I miss sitting in daddys lap while he drove the big rigs and let me pretend I was driving Optimus Prime Cause dad was my Opt

The place that I saw in my dream was America for sure. It's just not the one that I was used to. This was America as we know it. Geographically speaking at least. The people and the places were the same, but here. Here the temperatures have skyrocketed and the language has become strange. A Caucasian scientist has a home not far outside of what appears to be a large city, and outside his home, him his wife and a small child, I believe his daughter are tending to a small vegetable garden. I suddenly see a television tuned to the weather channel. The forecast that the meteorologist is projecting from the blue screen what appears to be clouds of

Mercy my Lord... The mind wanders The body begs.. The Seeker lusts.. The Tyrant years... The Leader is almost convinced to go to him... The flyer secretly wishes this to be true.. The Air Commander wishes desperatley he could go to his Master "Could he be?" But he is a dedicated servant and cannot... He wonders just what it could be he silently wishes for another place and another time.. but he would never destroy.. He marvels at how chance keeps him away from what could be while at the same time showing him whats out of his reach despite his need.. He silently curses and praises his dedication, knowing it will serve hi